Hey, dude.
After all these years of reading your comments on Skins’s island, I’m very happy we’ve finally met.
By the way, when looking at that picture, specifically at the neck, perhaps if you would’ve asked, my alma mater, the University of Nebraska, probably would’ve extended you a full-ride four-year scholarship, if you’d been willing to play football for us.
That’s an awesome neck.
Great hair, too.
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I know, I know; you’re a Pennsylvanian, and Pennsylvanians don’t think much of Nebraska.
<<<knows; both parents were born and raised in Pennsylvania, and has dozens, scores, of aunts and uncles and cousins in Pennsylvania, all of whom loathe and despite Nebraska, although I have no idea why.
The University of Nebraska’s not nearly as ancient as the Ivy League University of Pennsylvania, but it is widely known as “the Harvard of the Great Plains.†And the Cornhuskers football team, over the past 127 years, has produced lots and lots of dentists, some of them becoming rather prominent.
So you wouldn’t have missed a beat in your career plans, by coming out here and playing football.
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Anyway.
As I said, I’ve been reading your comments on Skins’s island for years and the last thing I want to come across is as being mean--I’m a nice guy, one of the nicest guys one can ever hope to meet--but really, your stories need literary work. Extensive work, a whole team of editors plastic-surgerying them.
In fact, I rather suspect that penning such tales isn’t really your forte; that God intended for you to write other things, not those. Probably you’d do much better offering dental advice and counsel to the primitives; it’d be a public service for the Good of Humanity.
You know, one thing that drives me nuts about the primitives is their constant insistence that they don’t get dental care because they “can’t afford it.â€
My ass, they can’t afford it. How come they can always afford marijuana or other recreational drugs?
I came from a medical family, growing up with this attitude that if one truly needs something regarding one’s health and life, get it done, and worry later about paying for it. If it needs done, get it done.
I’ve been poor before--poorer than the primitives, even--but I’ve never gone without adequate medical care. If I needed something done, I had it done…..and paying for it was something that just worked out naturally, all by itself.
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You probably understand even better than I do, which is considerable, about how healthy teeth and an aesthetic mouth contribute to a sense of confidence and well-being. There’s just something very uplifting about clean teeth.
I’ve been fortunate; I still have all of mine, and they’re all still white, despite my compulsive chain-smoking of cigarettes since I was 17 years old. Not only are they all still there, and as white as Ivory soap, but there’s only one filling and one crown.
(The four wisdom teeth are gone, but that’s a story for another day.)
In fact, most of my dental bills have been merely for x-rays and cleaning. I perhaps have the teeth professionally cleaned more often than I need to, but damn, every time I have it done, the world’s suddenly a brighter, merrier place. If it were advisable, I’d have the teeth professionally cleaned twice a week, it changes things so much.
And if other people took better care of their teeth and mouths, it wouldn’t only make just them feel good, but me too.
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You see, I’ve probably in my life seen the insides of more mouths than you have; lots more.
I’m not a dentist; I’m just an ordinary person who happens to be deaf (born that way; microtia, absent both ears), and being deaf, I have to muster all possible resources in order to “hear†other people…..which includes “reading†their faces, in particular their lips.
It’s rarely--if ever--a pleasant sight, looking inside people’s mouths; I’ve seen all sorts of degeneracies in there, but of course not being a dentist, I have no idea what and why they are, only that they convulse the stomach.
But being a nice guy with a sense of fortitude, I manage to keep what’s in the stomach, down in there.
Really, though, when looking at damaged teeth and dirty mouths, one just wants to go “Gaa…..â€
I put up with it because I have to; if I didn’t have to do it, I wouldn’t do it for even twice the money you make.